(S)laughter

The blood on my hands
Fictitious or real
I cannot explain
The things I can feel

The warmth from a life
I've taken away
The sound of my laughter
Rings in this day

The red of the pavement
A beautiful shade
It splatters my hands
As I dig a fresh grave

The knife that I held
Is safely stored
As the heart sits upon
A wood cutting board

Another life taken
From a depressing fate
We'll all die at one point
So why should I wait?